Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
Categories:
arsonists, health, political,
Form: Rhyme
Arsonists almost eighty, are
under arrest.' What to expect?
Zealots for climate cause?
Causing death; life attests!
Devestating action to cause
Draconian reactions? How
Much is reported? And what
Treatment(have they courted?)
Who will defend them? What
Will authoritys hand them?
A soft time of counceling? A
Time at Davos? Maybe a
A cancelling? I think that is
Far better, i'm not much on it
Per se' yet here it could have
A way' coupled with exposure
A way if healing, also closure?
Could 2023 hold some hope?
For reason and clarity not just
Force fed inhumanity' led by
Zero carbon insanity '
Categories:
arsonists, anti bullying, education, future,
Form: Rhyme
My previous state of darkness I once coincided
Has suddenly converted to being worthwhile and much more lighted
Resulting in celestial flares so fierce that the earth shifts
Our inflamed union has induced a flame to gunpowder kiss
Commencing this craving for the volatile feeling of your lips
On all things I have wished upon, and all the tears that I have wept
Could not flicker or diminish the lurid wildfire we have set
This fervor furnace ever burning on it's never-ending coals
A continuous inferno scorching the combination of our souls
Drawing out the firefighters and setting off smoke alarms
Nothing else matters if I am melted here in your arms
Together we can molten in our world lit ablaze
In a conflagration of ardor, where temperatures have been raised
Whenever I am beside you, our surroundings meltdown and fray
This endless enamored pyromania is fueled by our smolder
As the lurid wind swirls about the endless amber embers
My survival is no longer possible without the kiss from your lips
So together we must burn eternally like a pair of arsonists
Categories:
arsonists, desire, emotions, first love,
Form: Rhyme
In my region, my reality is dry, hot, and fiery.
There are breeze breaks, but no forecasts of rain.
But in my dreams, it's raining where needed.
In my dreams, wild life is feasting and breeding,
and all of nature is happily singing God's praises
In my dreams, non are hopeless or homeless.
In my dreams, true love is blowing in the wind.
In my dreams, a few fires ignite in the forests.
In my dreams, no smoking pollutants.
In my dreams, no murderous arsonists.
In my dreams, no shortest of fire fighters.
In my dreams, no shortest of good police.
In my dreams, no 'rent-a-mob' protesters.
In my dreams, no more rioting in the streets.
In my dreams, yesterday is a lesson in history.
In my dreams, today is a very good day.
In my dreams, tomorrow is paradise
In my dreams, ..............
072421PSCtest, A Brian Strand Couplet, Strand. 1P
Categories:
arsonists, dream,
Form: Couplet
no not serial killers that only kill arsonists
but serial killers who kill with fire
do you think they would
want buried
or
Take your time
see what i cremated
Categories:
arsonists, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I don't trust anyone!
I feel left out!
They hiss on the corners,
Beg for a dollar
Looking for rolling papers
Pipes hidden in dirty pockets
Ninjas who don't bring the change!
When l shut my eyes , l see no one but me for l don't need you to tell me how to be!
I preach for peace , l say let it be...
The world my oyster but the ozone got the gods blinded.
A son of man on the street in sheep's skin running from hyenas... physic vampires , arsonists with forked tongues
Who can l trust?
Categories:
arsonists, america, betrayal, evil, growth,
Form: Free verse
Kill the howling mob
Their bibliophobia
The library burns
Murder the arsonists
And their hatred of books
Categories:
arsonists, africa,
Form: Tanka
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Categories:
arsonists, life, light,
Form: Rhyme
They are destroying your creations,
the geen fields are burning
and blazes rise high;
the blackened town
has turned into ashes...
a devastated gost town
where once life
thrived with foot-steps
and engines running!
They are destroying your creations,
barren vallies, mountains and lands
where birds found their home so thrilling,
but forced to flee within minutes;
the scary arsonists also fled,
not to get cought or get burned
while scurring and panting!
Weeping hearts and saddened faces
are overwhelmed by devastation...
who can understand their frustration?
They are destroying your creations
with torches and evil minds;
beauty is something they detest,
the smell of burnt makes them powerful;
how can they destroy the wilderness
that gives them life without chargiing a dime?
How can they stand back
and watch this happening
while others are suffering?
If they are the devils' accomplices
in this horrendous spectacle,
they will surely pay fully for their harm!
Categories:
arsonists, nature, people, places, sad,
Form: Narrative